YM778.TV Chapter 182
Instead of a catwalk, the guys made a small platform in where you could stand in to scan above the gate since Anthony made the gate to be solid and not have little holes in which people outside could easily peek in from inside.
We reached that platform and Jo is standing there while Allan and Jenny are on the small terrace that hangs above the 2nd floor of my old house. They’re all looking down on Cyrill below on the other side while we three walked up to the platform.
We saw him with a bloody machete and he’s carrying a small backpack. There’s blood all over his clothes. He seems worse for wear and there’s a look of desperation in his eyes. There’s tension in the air and he’s looking at me with a conflicted expression. I gave a look at Jared first and he immediately understood the look I gave him. He started to look past Cyrill while Lois is already scanning around his eyes as he slightly lifted his gun.
“Hello bitch, what’s up? We don’t have meth here, sorry.” I stared with cold eyes.
Jared slightly tilted his head with closed eyes while Lois crouched down to facepalm since the tension almost dissipated.
“F.u.c.k you.” he retorted.
“Thanks! What new words have you learned now?” I said with a mocking tone.
He gnashes his teeth and his breath is getting heavier by the second.
“Aren’t you gonna let your cousin in?” he said.
“Not really, no. Besides, we’re not your cousin anymore. Forgot that unc disowned you?” I replied.
“We’re still blood! Can’t you even consider that!” he shouted.
“Consideration? Hah! Not killing you at Chang’s place was consideration already. If you don’t have any bright ideas to talk about, better turn around since there’s a couple behind you.” I said as a couple of zombies are slowly straddling towards him.
“F.u.c.k! Let me in!” he shouted.
“No.” I replied with a cold tone.
“Can’t you see those things coming closer?! F.u.c.k.i.n.g let me in!” He shouted at the top of his lungs.
“Can’t you see that machete in your hand? Just f.u.c.k.i.n.g sink it into their heads.” I said.
He started on clanging the gates then Russel and my uncle arrived.
“Cy’s here?” Russel said as we nodded.
My uncle on the other hand has a solemn expression and he only said one thing while looking at his son, “Leave.”
He casually turned around and started on walking down the wooden stairs from the platform.
Cyrill was furious hearing it from his dad as he turned around and made a fighting stance. He’s making a lot of unnecessary movements as he turned his back at us and made a charge towards the couple of rotting bodies in front of him. I saw something from his back and noted it.
One of them I recognize the uniform, it’s from the spa next to the construction company we went into before and it looks like one of its workers. It looks really thin, literally. Every exposed flesh from its body has been either torn off or has been bitten off only leaving a stump on its arm. Its fingers are missing and it’s waving its hands in random directions. The other one was just wearing simple clothing though its smile is wide because its cheeks are literally missing making us see its exposed teeth and curdling blood flowing from it.
Cyrill is cursing out loud as he tried his best to avoid the flailing arms.
“Aren’t we gonna do anything?” Russel said.
“No.” I replied.
“But still…” he trailed.
“After what he did to you?” I looked at him seriously.
“…” he was silent along with Jared and Lois.
“We gonna let him die?” he replied.
“Die? Well, look at him. He’s not really dying, is he?” I said as I pointed at Cyrill.
He kicked the one with the flailing arm first in the chest to fall down to hit the one behind it. However, the other figure behind it coincidentally stepped its right foot at the right moment to avoid the one falling in front of it. Cyrill then pushed the hard edge of the machete he’s using towards it and he kicked it down after it stopped moving and about to fall towards him. The one who fell down earlier is slowly getting up but Cyrill swung his weapon several times, making a mess on the road even if the figure he’s swinging down on is already not moving. He made a scream of triumph as I almost rolled my eyes. He looked at me again with anger as he breathes heavily.
“Cool. Now leave.” I replied as the ones near me can’t seem to find the right expression to give.
“LET ME IN!” he shouted.
“Why?” I asked without a hint of concern.
“I NEED TO SPEAK TO KENNY!” he shouted again.
“Why?” Same expression.
“THE F.U.C.K IT MATTERS TO YOU?!” he retorted.
“I own this place, of course it matters. Also, that is not how you negotiate. Are you an idiot? Wait, you are. I forgot, sorry. Give me that piece tucked in your back and I’ll think about it.” I replied nonchalantly.
“F.U.C.K YOU THIS THING IS MINE! DON’T MAKE ME-” he shouted by I interrupted him
“Don’t make you what? How far are you gone now? Can’t you see six people here with guns that can easily take you down? What are you banking on in us not shooting you? I can’t believe how many chances they’ve given you before this thing even started. I f.u.c.k.i.n.g pity you dude.” I said in a voice that is not loud but everyone could hear me clearly.
Him hearing that added more fuel to his rage but I don’t care. His hands crept to his back but I saw that move from a mile away.
I was already holding something in my hand and I casually threw it over the gate. Jared was the first one to see it and he immediately grabbed Lois with him as he dived on the ground. I could hear a small commotion from above me and I figured they saw what I threw.
I heard Cyrill shrieking from fear when he saw that and he didn’t even manage to draw his pistol.
I placed my foot on the gap of the gate where the barbed wires are placed and I jumped down when Cyrill dived on the ground as well.
The grenade fell to the ground and made a few bounces but it didn’t explode even after a few seconds.
“The pin is still in there you f.u.c.k.i.n.g idiot.” I said
He’s clutching his head and all that came out was, “What?”
Then I delivered a kick to his abdomen.
*THUD*
The impact made him roll sideways as the hands clutching his head are now in his stomach. He’s letting out a small groan as he tried to endure the pain.
“BRO WHAT THE F.U.C.K?!” I heard from the other side of the gate.
I ignored Jared’s remark and then I picked Cyrill up and smashed him on the gate.
*BANG*
His lanky body hit the solid steel and he crashes on the ground after. I kicked his gun that came loose when he fell down with the machete he had let go on the side. His nose is leaking blood but he tried to stand up. I kicked his shin hard and I slapped his ear hard with my open palm then I threw an elbow as I made a quick spin. I was about to follow it with a kick but he’s down on the ground again.
I crouched down as he started to cough and I picked him up by the collar.
“This is one way of negotiating. Learn, yeah? Tell me why you want to talk to Kenny or else I’ll break one of your fingers.” I said as I looked at him in the eye.
“F-f.u.c.k you…” he muttered with bated breath.
*crack*
My patience has already run out and I bent his pinky towards the other side as his face turned red from the pain. Instead of screaming loud, he actually tried to endure that hit as well as he emitted a long groan though his saliva is leaking from his mouth as he writhed in pain.
“Are you gonna talk or do you want me to break another one? You’re already lucky I didn’t shoot you since I don’t want guns getting pulled on me. Well, I’m really holding myself back now or this is just a long thing coming from all the things you’ve done.” I said.
Suddenly, his anger almost subsided as he started to sob. Tears started to flow from his eyes but he’s still gnashing his teeth in anger.
“M-m-moms dead…” he muttered.